Thrycevember Day 8: Early Sunsets
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Clinkers.
Arihnda dropped the curtain back over the window. Her chrono said 1730 hours, but her desire to go out for dinner dimmed like the orange streaks along the horizon. The planet hosting the Outer Rim Economic Conference had a tilt, causing the unnaturally early darkness.
Thrawn’s arms snaked around her waist as he drew her back to him. She leaned back against his chest, careful not catch her hair in his rank bars.
“It was a lovely sunset. We could order room service,” he murmured.
Arihnda turned to look up at him with a smile. “Yes on both counts.”











